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For Madmen Only
05:00
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Just another wolf on the stairs
A split soul, man and beast
The one with all the bourgeois cares
Scolds the other when it feasts
A curse, a spell, I just can’t tell
Which I’m supposed to be
Oh Mad-moiselle, I’d dance through Hell
If you think that it would cure me
Oh you poor old Steppenwolf
Making songs of your sufferings
The troubles you let engulf
Are self inflicted offerings
Dually torn? Check the facts
It’s all there in the treatise
Lycanthropic schizo-Man-I-acks
You Mad enough for me?
The Magic Theatre’s entrance
Is not for everybody
Your mind’s the price of admittance
Don’t bring your personality
The writing on the wall is clear
It reads “For Madmen Only”
And when for you the door appears
You’ll see what it has shown me
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Toast
05:06
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Here’s to the poor table and the portable homes
Here’s to an old fable forgot and unknown
Here’s to the train tramps where ever they roam
And to the light of the street lamps and all their glow’s shown
To those in a mass that sit on their own
And To those who hurl glass in a house made of stone
Here’s to a king that’s been thrown from his throne
And to those who would sing instead of grumble and groan
(chorus)
To the wolves in the hills and the lovers in our beds
The rats on our shoulders, the dreams in our heads
May our hearts all stay hungry, every belly stay fed
May our glasses never empty when we drink to the dead
To those that seek currency on current seas who say
That currently the lottery’s won by only those who play
Here’s to future hopes, past regrets and the presents (presence) of today
Here’s to coffee and cigarettes and every other meal of a stray
Here’s to all the critters that lay sleeping beside the highway
To the will-o the weeping in an embrace of limbs that sway
To the rolling rumble of thunder and the lightning’s display
To the cunning of the hunter and the prayers of it’s prey
(chorus)
To the twists and the turns that life seems to throw
And All you can learn from a rapid river’s flow
To the teeter and the totter and all those who know
To go walking on water all you need is some snow
Here’s to manageable tangents with a friend or a foe
And the tangible managements of eeny meeny miny moe
To anyone who’d free a Tiger caught by it’s toe
And to all those who agree with the murder of Crows
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3. |
Row
05:06
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Well the sea’s been rough, and times have been tough
And waves of waves keep crashing hard
These storms that whip and shake our ship
Wont break this crew of bards
If the masts should bend, we’ll make haste and mend
And keep this vessel strong
If the sails should sag, we’ll just hoist that flag
and together sing the song
(chours)
Blow wind, blow, it don’t matter where we go
If the wine it flows and the fire grows
we’ll make it through I know
So row boys, row, anywhere we may go
If the wine it flows and the fire grows
We’ll make it through I know, I know
In the distance we hear, a sound so clear
As the beautiful Sirens sing
A warning to all, beware their call
For death is all that it will bring
The sea will swallow any man that follows
The Sirens tempting song
So plug your ears and of the cliffs steer clear
And everyone, come on, sing along
(chorus)
Well I can’t count the days and it’s still a ways
Till we reach some solid ground
And with the anchor lost, we’ll keep our fingers crossed
Cos now there aint no slowing down
If the hull should bust and the rudders rust
No there aint no use in crying
As the ship she sinks, we’ll have another drink
And sing it one more time
(chorus)
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4. |
Fascists
03:10
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I’m gunna tell all you fascist, yes, you will be surprised
The people of the world are getting organized
You’re bound lose, all you Fascists you’re bound to lose
Your hatred it cannot stop us, this one thing we know
Your racism, your homophobia, your ignorance has got to go
You’re bound to lose, all you Fascists are bound to lose
(chorus)
That’s right you Fascists, you’re bound to lose
Oh you Fascists, you’re bound to lose
Yes you, you Fascists, you’re bound to lose
You fucking Fascists, you’re bound to lose
Well I’m going into battle, yes I got my Granddad’s gun
I’m gunna end this world of all this bullshit before the battles won
You’re bound to lose, all you Fascists are bound to lose
Now There’s people of every kind, they’re marching side by side
Oh yes, they’re marching ‘cross the fields where a million Fascists died
You’re bound to lose, all you Fascists are bound to lose
(chorus)
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5. |
Overdwell
06:24
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Unmade existence today
Stepped outside time and pressed rewind
Paralyzed by overdwell
Got lost in the wall, couldn’t hold my mind
(chorus)
How did I get here, how do I always forget
Trace back over my steps, I haven’t found it yet
Round and round they go, in such a chaotic mess
Chasing hot on the trail of the last mind caress
I watched with open eyes
As the sands of time blew by and emptied my head
Tried to grip the story, tried to comprehend the end
Empty sockets just begging to be fed
(chorus)
I took the eight and I turned it on it’s side
Then went and ate from both it’s sides
Always sitting on the gate, never liked to chose a side
Took a slice of fate and served it on the side
(chorus)
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6. |
Dragons
06:27
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Well I’ve been alone for far too long
And I can’t recall the last time my eyes touched dawn
Everything that I have ever loved is gone
And it’s made up my mind and now I’m moving on
(chorus)
Here comes the pain, here comes my reign
I will destroy all that you love
Here comes the pain, here comes my reign
I will destroy all that you love
All that you love, all that you love
I will destroy
These cave walls have been a blanket of security
Cradling my emptiness for centuries
Yes cos you, you are the slayer, it is written in your ancestry
It is your hands that are soaked in the blood of my family
(chorus)
It is time to spread my wings and fly again
You can’t deny me of filling my belly to the brim with revenge
I will be every shadow hanging o’er your head
This will be a war you will regret you started
(chorus)
Cos you, you have destroyed
All that I love
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7. |
Quicksand Blues pt.1
04:27
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Oooh, Lord I’m telling you
Oooh, about those quicksand blues
Oooh, The hardest thing I ever had to do
Oooh, was saying goodbye to you
Oooh, you’ve got me howling at the moon
Oooh, about those quicksand blues
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8. |
Quicksand Blues pt. 2
03:25
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Looks like the Wolf has got the best of me again
Will nothing connected to my heart ever be able to escape him
I’m sorry that you felt his teeth and how deep they sunk in
I guess I’ve always just had a weakness for the pleasures of the skin
I can’t seem to fight this urge to wander, ramble and roam
The need to hunt, the thrill of the kill, will leave me all alone
Now I’m feeling like a lost old dog that just followed you home
Waiting outside your door, with hungry eyes, just begging for a bone
(chorus)
I keep sinking, farther thinking
About those words that you said
The more I struggle, the deeper I get
As the quicksand fills my head
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9. |
Tick Talk
05:21
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Time is a Tick that crawled into my brain
All day long I hear the Tick talk, hear The Tick talk, driving me insane
She’d say things like “hurry up”, “figure it out”, “you’re moving too slow”
Oh how I just wish that Time would run out
Or leave me alone, shut up a bit
Find a new home, slow down and crawl out of the pit in my head
Oww my head
Now Time is blind and has no ears to hear,
But her voice is oh so strong and clear
Clear the Tick talks in my ear, clear that she will always be near
And this my friends is my greatest, greatest fear
The Tick talks way too fast, and I hope that she wont last
The Tick just wont let me be, can’t you see that Time is fucking killing me
Killing me
Now I found some ways of shutting her up, in my tries to make her leave
They worked for a while but lately it seems that she’s been coming back Ever so quicker
Tried to smoke her out, make her choke, I can’t hear her when I’m high
And when I get Wasted, so does Time, the Tick talk gets drowned in liquor
She pokes and jabs at me with her little fingers
No matter what I do Time she always seems to linger
Now I’m sitting here doing everything I can to kill Time
Just sitting here a broken man killing my mind
Cos’ you never really kill Time, Time kills you
No you never really kill Time, Time kills you
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10. |
Coff n Smoke
05:10
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As I was sitting on a stone, drinking a coffee all alone
A lovely woman on her own came quickly past me, running home
Well I lit myself up a cigarette, pulled it hard and wished we’d met
To live a day without regret, is to catch a Crow without a net
We’ll then a man gave me quite a look, a glare, or stare, fit for a crook
I read his soul, ‘bout a bait-less hook, it was a real nice cover on a shitty Book
I looked past my shades, our eyes did meet. Gone in a flash down to his Feet
To see the fear is such a treat and it’s days like these, so bitter sweet
Cos’ I’m the man you don’t walk near, I threaten all which you hold dear
The one you all pretend to fear, to get home quick and far from here
Well I sat and pondered on this thought, I sipped and dragged and wiped my snot
I couldn’t help but think of rot, but at least my coffee still was hot
Then a sight to cause most alarm, a black bird perched upon my arm
Although I know he meant no harm, in his beak was the devils charm
I smashed the raven with my limb and I snatched the treasure form his brim
To say the least it was a sight so grim, poured out my drink and I rolled my rim
I got up to leave and I said goodbye, I put my butt out in that dead Ravens eye
I trust the coff n’ smoke to tell me no lie, one says I’m a loser and the other I’mma die
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11. |
Voodoo
05:41
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I can throw them bones, to cease your rains
Sufferin’ the root? I can ease your pains
I know some chants to help you find romance
But first you’ve gotta learn to make your skeleton dance
So you waited at the Crossroads, but nobody came
I got plenty other ways to teach the Devil a name
Hounds of Hell been dogging your trail?
I got some graveyard dirt, honeymake them chase their tails
Who do Hoodoo?
Who do Voodoo?
You, yes you, that’s you
I’ve got mixtures and elixirs, enough to fix you for six years
Need monkey fingers or Witch tears?How bout a trick mirror? Trap any Soul that looks near
With the turn of a verse, I can make or break any curse
And if the Doctor aint in just leave a message with my Hoodoo Nurse
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12. |
God Lived As A Devil Dog
03:05
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Somebody get me a priest!
That is to say, to say the least
This beast would make us quite a feast
At least it will not taste
Like yeast
To bread, they raise our dead
And in your bed when you lay your head
as your mind begins to tread….
Through the shallows and into the deep
You creep and creep on through endless sleep
Till you find the steep to take the leap
For faith(less)
People you don’t have nearly enough time on your hands
Or dirt for that matter
You wash both off in such a
Hurry, hurry, scurry, scurry, worry, worry
Only about what you can see
Ignore the cry, ignore the plea
destroy the wise and crush the
Free(dom)
Tucked into an empty room
swept under the cracks with a steel wire broom
Free doom passed out a social event
as they loom and gloom inside their
Tents (tenths)
Of thousands of monsters, they’re gathered in force
They’re sitting and praying their power form source
How now did our souls get so
Coarse? (Course)
Of the vessel has reached home at last
With the wind in the sails no remorse for the mast
Mounting the whores with thoughts of the past
Mounted on horse the holly spell has been cast
The battle’s begun and was won just as
Fast(en)
The fire, prepare for the meal
Bring out the bottles and break all the seals
Mount the head on the wall, make a coat form it’s peel
While giving thanks as you kneel for the feel of the steel(steal)
All that is real and staying true to
A de(a)l(inquint)
Memory a rethink wont hold
The Fink went to town and sold old tolds like a mould
Saying drink from my glass, toke the smoke that I rolled
whilst putting zinc into golden cups of the
Bo(u)ld(ers)
From Heaven tumble down on to Hell
throwing stones making wishes as I fill up the well
The Monks on the far side are ringing the bell
Singing feast with us, feast with us, the enemy’s
Fell(ow)
Would you pour me another pint of ale?
“Hell no, Not when the whore’s free, or did the cow kick the pail?”
I know no more of the harlot than the sow or the whale
but somewhere in Venice a merchant is hot on the trail
Of a highbred contraption, crossed with a sieve and a scale
And down below all the D-Men are tryna make bail
But none but one can redeem them as the gale winds a wail
awaiting news from the mail male whilst swinging their
Ta(i)l(es)
Of the gifted propagated by hogs
Out on a limb, stuck in limbo, like a bump on a log
And from the smog of the bog, their chants roll in with the fog
forwards and backwards
!goD liveD as a deviL doG
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